My Arabella - An Alex Turner Fanfic

Chapter 5

In the morning I stood on my bed, legs crossed smoking a cigarette. My head hurt like hell, I drank way too much last night in my despair of feeling loved by a person I barely know. I didn't expect to see him in the living room still. I walked slowly behind him, crossing my arms, nodding. I was like a little bitch because, of unknown reasons, I wanted him to leave even though I loved his presence.

I crunched my teeth when he looked back at me. He just awoke as far as I could figure out. His eyes were red and puffy, and his jeans were unzipped.

"Umh... good morning. " I mumbled. His cheeky smile appeared on his face turning happy. "I did not expect you to be here anymore" I added. He blushed at my words.

"Well, Arabella, I'm not a traitor." He smiled raising one eyebrow.

Tha way he told that to me made me blush. I looked at the floor so he can't notice my shyness, wich I really hadn't, but in his presence.

He lifted up my chin with one finger, tracing a line from my cheek to my ear, planting kisses on every inch of the imaginary line.

"Oh," I gasped. My body was heating up by every touch he has made on it. "I... er...". I backed up a few steps, searching for his dark bright eyes. They were shining like motherfuckers. I held my breath trying not to burst into tears of joy, of how handsome he was all messy.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked sadly. "Why did you left me last night?".

"Well.." I started brushing my hair with my fingers in emotion. " I barely fucking know you. You just busted somehow in my house hitting on me and stuff. I... I don't know, Alexander. You just turn me up and down. I don't know what you think, as I wished I knew. I don't know you at all." I paused taking a deep breath "I barely know that your name is Alex and you play in a band. That's it. We had a few drinks and we kissed and-" he interrupted my speech.

"Is that a problem darling?" He asked changing his undertone from a sweet one into a confused and angry one.

"Yes, it is. I barely know you" I shouted.

Finally, I could speak up about my feelings and emotions. My head was spinning like a tornado as I was yelling at him. I couldn't control my words coming out of my mouth. I blamed him for everything. I had my ups and downs so far but not like this. My angriness had its limits. But not this time.

"Well, you can blame me for being mad about you since the day I saw you with your blonde girlfriend shopping. Since that day I wanted to know you. When I saw you with that douchebag it broke my heart." He shouted angrily. "I'm sorry for being in love with you."

As his words came out of his mouth my tears were streaming down my face. I didn't know that we would get so sentimental by my unplanned speech. I found myself scratching at an itch that wasn't there. It was an involuntary action of me being nervous. I wiped my salty tears that reached the corners of my puffy pink lips with my sleeve. Holding my breath, I burst even louder to cry. I turned around in embarrassment, as he came and rested his head on my shoulder, holding me tight.

"Thank you for saving me" I cried. "But I think it's time to go."

I turned around escaping his hug quickly.

"Listen to me, darling" his words relaxed my nerves. "I don't want to leave-" I paused him.

"You better go, stranger."

By hearing my words I could see the desperation in his eyes, they got wet.

"Now I hope you know enough of me, Arabella, " he took a deep breath. Alex fumed, nostrils flared in anger.

He lifted up my chin planting a kiss on my lips. He brushed his forehead against mine, then he suddenly burst out the door, fracturing the wall on his way out.

I fell on my knees crying loudly. I finally got up headed to the bathroom. I looked at the girl in the mirror angrily. "Why do you have to be so weak? Why do you keep pushing people away? " a voice in my head shouted. Turning on the tap, I cupped my hands together under it waiting for the clear water to tickle my palms. Throwing it onto my face it sent a jolt to liven me up.

Alex

As I was walking down the street I remember all the things I told her. At one point I thought I was going to collapse of anger and despair. I wanted her. I wanted her so badly. She would be mine one way or another.

I didn't expect anything from her not even a "thank you" but she was too kind and innocent. You are not good enough for her, I thought. I shook my head to get rid of that thought. I was good enough for everyone that handled me. I was Alex Turner for fucks sake.

I arrived home where I found Jamie with a blonde girl that looked like Arabella's friend. They didn't even notice me being too busy fucking around on the couch.

"'Sup mate" Jamie finally asked.

I mumbled at his words nodding to his words. The girl waved friendly, but I was not in the mood.

"She is Zara " Jamie added. "Zara, he is Alex, often called Al' ".

The girl was checking me out. I grabbed a notepad and a pen, having some ideas for a new song.
She's thunderstorms, lying on her front... it started. I went into my room writing like a maniac.

Arabella

By the time Kyle was home I cleaned the mess, arranged myself not to look very odd.

My phone rang. Hey, babe, I'm heading your place. I heard Zara's familiar voice. I have to tell you about this guy. She added.

"I'm waiting for ya' then. Kyle just came home and we wanted to go grab some coffee. Can you buy please?" I asked.

Sure Bell'. She hung up.

As soon she walked in, she started telling me about thus guy named Jamie that played in a band.

"How is he like?" I asked curiously. "Is he hot? "

"Very" she answered. "They have their first gig next week. You should come."

"Maybe. " I told her quietly.

"There was also this guy, a weird guy that entered the house stormy acting like a freak. Jamie's best friend. Odd guy. I saw on his face that he is angry as shit."

"That's strange," I thought about Alex and his stormy eruption. I sighed deeply. "Don't you remember his name or something? "

"Nope, sorry darlin ".

Kyle came to the kitchen. "Hey, blondie".

"Kyle..." she sat quietly admiring his handsomeness. "How are you? " she added shyly.

"Fine, just heading out" he responded looking out the window. "I'm coming home with some friends later. You can join us, my pretty girls." He kissed my forehead "by the way, who's guitar is in the living room? Also saw a jacket."

I glanced. I totally forgot about that. "Unh, a friend" I mumbled.

He chuckled. "I'm leaving. Love you. "

I smiled at him as he left the house.

" who was that Arabella? "She asked seriously.

"A random retarded guy hitting on me," I told her in despair. " nothing to worry about".

I remember all the things that took place in my house. His soft lips, his kindly touch, his charming and cheeky smile.

I did the worst thing I could ever do.